It's stalky hallows of tavern like cliffs engulf you.. Your appetite seizes as you look up to the rafters raising up towards heaven a mile high into it's eerie abyss. The famed sanatorium gets quiet the reputation, but the massive corridors don't kiss and tell, not when they seem to swallow you whole inside it's carved out shell.
The swiftness of hot to cold concludes you are surrounded by apparitions and feasting eyes. The crude discoloration around the premises tells many stories and a sovern sadness, one in which show we humans cannot combat illness's beyond repair. The truth is this place was an infestation of sickness unresponsive from tuberculosis of its time. The many patrons that shared these walls carried a huge indulgence and that simple honest truth. Wanting to get out. However, no matter the need and desire to be cured, the cure came to late for many of the 64,000 deaths that cradle its walls. Our investigation reveals a journey through one of Americas most haunted places, waverly hills sanatorium.
When we approached its unkind eyes, the day was loosing light just before the gates opened. The heart felt like it would stop from coming up to its pillars and the open airways that drafted the place sung in shallowness. We left with our guide just as the sun went down. We walked up the stairways leading into its pit and the sensation was alarming and mounted us with a grim demise.
" I can still feel the isolation from those who were suffering and still a sense of home for many of the diseased souls, there was so much more then meets the eye from what really happened there, we would need more time.. " quoted Charlie
If we could unmask the turbulence that covers every square inch, we could share history in one harsh blow, this was not only magical, it was magical emptiness. From each cross fire step we felt dizzy by the size of this beast. Waverly hills tells its own story, it is no stranger to you or me or anyone else for that matter, it doesn't care how you feel about it. It has no boundaries, so we approached it with the respect it deserved and the patience to let it unfold.
We were told stories along the way of a gruesome suicide hanging. There was a nose hung around one of the nurses necks in room #502. She supposably found out she was with child and having found out she had contacted Tb, decided to take her own life. When Charlie and I approached this room, my head spun instantly and I rejected the notion to go any further. Charlie seemed to appear taken by another evolution of paranormal, he was entranced by the overall structure and environment, and it gave him comfort in knowing that the paranormal felt closer to our reality.
Charlie chose to begin his walk down one of the darkened hallways, arms wide open and leaving what was alive behind, venturing towards death. He said came to a place where he stood still, it was peaceful for a times glance and as he stood he saw what appeared was a shadow person peering out, curious and engaged with his demeanor. It was a sense of solitude a breathless approach to being in this field of work. You can never understand it, until you let go of worry, or fear, you just have to trust you'll allow it to manifest.
As with myself, I felt I crossed mountains to engage with a world I'd always been fascinated by. A world here nor there, but still evolving it seemed. It was pleasantly rich and although I felt uncomfortable I fought through my discomfort and tried to understand it more with a approach of it trying to understand me. Humanity can only play tricks on itself, the paranormal find no tricks to dismantle but their truths.
We concluded that after two hours of investigating its layers, it succeeded our expectations and implanted a true humbleness to what we do. We shared no doubt that the place was haunted and constantly active. It has a constant cycle and purity about facade. Waverly is ghostly, it exists, its quilted with so many different emotions it could turn you numb. The fascination from so many that visit its landscape , is because she is so timeless, so fragile with moments that escaped our hearts and made us mourn for her lost souls. It makes us closer to understand how fragile we are to incurable diseases and how real in time we may confront them all over again.